#but yeah no sorry I'm on team soup

[reeniecon]

- GENERAL LILIA -

" I'm sure you didn't want a monster like me inside your house any longer, right? "

Warning: chapter 7 light spoilers, bad grammar, not proofread, general Lilia, and war lol a little OOC of you squinted.

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- readers povs -

You can hear it's raining hard outside your cabin, the water droplets one by one crashing to your roof. the weather has been very bad lately it's either raining or thunderstorms. Because of the weather, your garden is not doing very well...

Because of the wind, your fence is falling down. 'oh great' you thought to yourself and went outside to fix it.

while you fix your fallen fence you hear a strange sound and you decide to find out what it is. your eyes widen, shocked by the scene you have encountered

It was a fae... And he was hurt quite badly, it seemed that he had fainted for some time by now.

Without any thought, you brought him inside. Oh, how lucky that he is not too far away from your house and not too heavy....

' oh god, what have I done... Bringing a stranger inside my house, and not only that... He was a fae! ' you thought to yourself and cannot help but sigh at the situation you're in right now.

'but no matter what I have to save him' You're determined to save him, so you clean his wounds and patch them.

Some time has passed since then but the unknown fae haven't woken up, you're quite worried about it...

- Lilia povs -

" Tch, those silver owls didn't know when to stop!" He hissed while running through the deep forest

" CHATCH HIM!! " Silver Owl A says to his teams followed by " That is Lilia vanrouge we have to catch him while we finally get the chance to!!! " They scream.

" Dang it stop being so loud!! " He screams back to them, Lilia can't fight all of them with his injured body not to mention 7 vs 1 is a really bad idea.

" WHERE IS HIM?? " the captain of silver owls screamed.

" AGRHHH!! REALLY WE LOST HIM AGAIN, YOU. FIND HIM NOW! " he ordered his subordinates

" Finally" Lilia mumbled to himself. 'So tired' he thought after that Lilia's vision blurred just like that.

' ugh...the ground is so soft I don't want to leave, huh- THE GROUND ARE SOFT' he processed to wake up from his long sleep, and was startled by his wound had been treated, with caution he observed his body and the surrounding area looking out the glass window he can conclude that he has been not very far away from the last chase, trying to open the windows to escape from whatever situation he was on right now

But he failed miserably in the windows wouldn't open no matter what... He can break it of course but, he cannot break windows that belong to his unknown helper...

The door opened slowly, and there they stood the human that helped him.

" Oh you've finally awakened, do you want soup I just made? I'll get some for you if u want " You told him and asked

In return, Lilia just stared at you observing you from beside the window looking at you up and down ' Oh a human' he thought to himself and smiled

" No, it's okay I'll get going now, thank you for helping me" He replied with a business smile

" Are you sure you didn't want a meal before you go? " You asked once again.

" Yeah I'm sure " He clarify

" I'm sure you didn't want a monster like me inside your house any longer" He said with a mean expression but in a melancholy tone.

"Huh? " Is the only reply that you can utter right now

" I'm sorry that I've troubled you for the past I-don't-know-how-long, but thank you for treating me, and I'm sure that I will pay you back in the future" He stated.

" Mr. Fae? " You called him.

" Yeah? Is my offer too small for you? "

" No no, you don't have to repay me I just wanted to save you that day and I didn't think of any payback from you...And I don't mind having you in my house... Don't worry !! So you can have your soup if you want to? "

His face flushed with embarrassment.

'how can I think it that way!! ' he thought to himself while lowering his head because of the embarrassment he felt...

" Ehem! Sorry for the misunderstanding...and I would like to have dinner with you.. My apologies for thinking bad about you... "

After that, you two have dinner together and you will nonstop hear Lilia apologizing to you the entire evening.

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An: I'm starting to use Grammarly LMAO I hope my grammar mistakes will be smaller this time hehe

[captain-mj]

Superhero au

Part 1

I really liked this idea so I'm making more of it! Sorry to disappoint

Ghost tried to get up and blood slipped through the shadows, spilling on the floor. His face had turned extremely pale and his lips had even gained a blue tint. 

Soap quickly pushed him back down, not missing the groan it got out of Ghost. “No. No. Stay.” He felt the flesh under his hands and it felt… strangely human. 

Soap had been born from a test tube and was then given to a nice family that they thought could raise him with the right morals. They succeeded. But Soap wasn’t human. Not at all. 

Ghost was. He could tell when they touched. Warmth and blood and his heartbeat filled Soap’s sense and he yanked away. 

“You’re human? Just a human? You do all of this. Fight all of these people, me and my team included and you’re just human?”

Ghost stared at him blankly. “You’re not?”

“No! Of fucking course not! I was made to fight off the fucking robots and aliens and weird shit that comes to butcher humanity and you’re telling me you’re just some guy?”

“Fucking hell. Yeah. I’m just human with basically a pet of shadows. That upset about it?”

Soap gaped at him for a minute before shaking his head. “You know Gaz? In my league?? He’s half human and therefore he gets priority over everything! We protect him first because he’s potentially fucking mortal. What your mother think if she knew you were out here killing yourself?”

“My mom’s dead.”

“...Dad?”

“Dead…”

“Any siblings?”

Ghost slumped into the couch and his head was hanging oddly since he couldn’t be bothered holding it up. “Johnny, I wasn’t lying when I said you were the only person I could go to… A bit pathetic, isn’t it? You guys think I’m some monster skulking in the shadows, huh?” His eyes were fluttering and Soap could actually hear Ghost’s heartbeat slowing. 

Soap rushed into action, quickly getting him…

What could he get him? He didn’t keep medical supplies on hand!

Soap used a tiny bit of reality bending powers to zap to a store and zap back. He pulled Ghost up, feeling how deadweight he was and feeling slightly panicked about it. Even the shadows were tugging and pulling at Ghost to try to wake him up. 

Honestly, they were… kinda cute. Just little guys that swarmed around Ghost to try to get attention. Soap managed to bandage the large slash across Ghost’s stomach and he fixed him so he was more comfortable on his couch. 

He understood enough about human biology to know what to do from here, but the waiting was horrible. 

After a while, he started cooking soup. It was just a simple vegetable soup. Tasted pretty bland but he was worried of putting too much spice into it. What if it killed him? Aren’t British people sensitive to seasoning?

Ghost’s breathing hitched for just a moment and Soap was by his side, watching him. He groaned when he saw him. “Too bright. Turn the lights down.” 

Soap dimmed himself considerably. “Sorry. I’ve made you food.” 

Ghost looked distrustful before relaxing again. He supposed he didn’t kill him in his sleep and that was enough. His mask was only lifted a little though so he could eat the soup. 

Soap noticed his hands shaking and he fought the urge to help him. Ghost ate like a starved man, wiping his face once it was done. “That was really good.” He swallowed it down and  Soap found himself fascinated by the bounce of his adam’s apple 

Soap dragged his gaze away. He knew his… quickness to get obsessed was rather creepy. His family tried hard to break him of it, but he just… couldn’t help it. A nasty habit. Even worse when it included people. 

Ghost put the bowl down and laid back. He didn’t fix his mask and his head lolled back, leaving tons of skin exposed. The shadows wrapped around Ghost and they… eyed Soap, clearly judging him. 

Soap quickly looked away, embarrassed. “You can stay as long as you need.”

“I won’t be long.”

“As long as you want then.” 

“I’ll be here even less.” Ghost smiled but he was already looking tired again. All the blood loss seemed to get to him. Soap slowly pulled him down to lay down the couch, surprised by how… pliable Ghost felt. He went to pull the blanket up for him but the shadows stopped him. Their grip was impossibly strong, to the point that Soap couldn’t fight against them at all. He frowned and yanked himself back but they didn’t budge. Only when Ghost opened his eyes did they retreat. “Why do you keep standing over me?”

Soap wasn’t sure how he could explain what just happened so he simply backed up quickly. “Goodnight!” He turned tail and retreated. 

Ghost was gone in the morning. Soap checked on him and found him laying in his bath at home, clearly trying to deal with his own wounds. He felt a rush of irritation but let it go. 

Gaz had sent him a few messages, one of them explaining that something had happened with Ghost and The Russian last night. Apparently the fight caused a lot of damage to other people. It seemed he had been asking for help with the situation before eventually texting him back that they have it under control but to talk to Price ASAP. Chances are the old man was mad at him for being so unreachable, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He had been busy with something more important. 

[i-cant-sing]

if plat!yandere!shiratorizawa found out their “frail kitten” doesn’t like how she looks like (most of the time she’s insecure) would they comfort her or gaslight their way for her to think of something else

There's so many things they could do. Let's start with the basics-

They'd all gather up in your room, arms crossed against their chest as they ask you to explain why you've been crying for the past few days everytime you looked in the mirror. Of course, you try to brush them off, change the subject, but the moment Ushijima says your name in that dead, monotonous voice, you know its better to tell them the truth than whatever punishment Ushijima would deliver.

Y/n, sniffles: idk... I just... I feel so ugly...

Tendou: oh hon, you're not! You're the most beautiful human being! *the rest of the team murmurs in agreement, except for Ushijima*

Y/n, shrugging: I- I understand that's how you see me- or at least pretend to, but I just- I personally don't think I am beautiful...

The team looks at Ushijima for help, who's just been staring at you all this time.

Ushijima: I think you're blind.

Y/n, and the team: huh?

Ushijima: your vision must be getting weak. Its because of you being on your phone all the time. I'm confiscating it until you learn to manage your time better. And you better eat all those carrots I picked up from my farm. I'll make you carrot juice, carrot soup, carrot smoothie, carrot cake-

Y/n: what no-

Ushijima, narrowing his eyes: don't say "no". You will eat those damn carrots. I'm not risking you going blind because of your stubbornness.

Y/n: my vision is fine! It's because of you I feel so ugly!

Ushijima, confused: what do you mean?

Y/n, sniffles: it's because you won't let me go shopping on my own! Or- or- hang out with my friends! Or have any friends at all! My only recreational activity now is you forcing me to train with you at yhe gym! And i dont even like to work out! I'm ugly- because of you!

Ushijima:

The team:

Y/n:

Ushijima, walks upto you, places his hands on your shoulder: I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't know you felt this way. I thought you already knew how pretty you are. Look- *proceeds to turn you around to the mirror* I know I don't say this enough, but look at yourself. Look at that face, at those muscles, at those calves. Even your hair looks like me, no? You are beautiful, because you look like a mini version of me.

Y/n:

The team:

Ushijima:

Y/n:

Ushijima: you are a mini Ushijima-

Y/n, proceeds to wail and run out of the room crying:

The team:

Ushijima: what? Ill go check-

Semi: no- ill go check on her. You stay here, Ushijima.

Ushijima:

Tendou: YOU GAVE HER THOSE UGLY BANGS, TOSHI?

Ushijima, nods: yeah. She said she wanted to go to the salon for a hair cut. So I did it instead.

The team, starts laughing: Oh you messed up, Ushijima. You messed upppp big time!

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Semi, after putting reader back to bed: y/n... would prefer if no body ever called her mini Ushijima, ever again. And I'm taking her to salon tomorrow, to repair the damage...

Ushijima, still doesn't understand what was wrong the choppy bangs he cut with kitchen scissors: you... can take my card.

[stromuprisahat]

Remind me again, why is ~he~ here?!

Siege and Storm- Chapter 9

It's not a team effort, Malyen. Army won't judge you as a couple.

Macho lowly otkazat'sya doesn't get to strike (again).

Please do!

This would work as much more powerful statement, if Mal were genuinely concerned for Alina's well-being and her OWN choice, instead of being pissed he's the one, who called dibs on her.

*whispers* That's exactly what's he gonna do...

For allowing you to keep breathing?!

Yeah, me too...

There's nothing more pathetic than an insecure man shouting.

Perhaps maybe insecure man deciding for "their" woman.

A minute of silence for an alternative universe, where Nikolai isn't so unreasonably accommodating, and has actual guards stationed at door, so they rush in after hearing shouting. They see a deserter attacking their Tsarevich, so they step in...

Is acting like a mindless animal supposed to make him look attractive?!

HoW DaRe You fLiRt WiTh My aCcEsSoRy?!

Because seriously- what's his problem here?!

Really?!

That's what's bothering you, Alina?!

I know Alina has some serious issues regarding self-worth, but I'd be more concerned about him acting as if she were his property, and anyone even suggesting she might have different role in the world deserves to be beaten by fists (because control is overrated and true men make a pub brawl out of anything)...

You're supposed to sit by hearth and warm my soup!

Sorry Malaria, but Alina IS THE Sun Summoner, want it or not. You can't just keep ignoring it and hoping she'll just slip into your shadow AGAIN. ... wait... *war flashbacks from Cofton* At least not as long as there are people capable of finding her and dragging her back into the story.

How can you be so SELFISH, Alina?! What about his soup?!

Just when the heroine moves to assume at least ~some~ responsibility (although for different reasons than you'd expect), she's promptly shamed for not thinking about Maaal for one (1) second... I love how he uses position of honour as an insult, because he's the one with full ownership of a public figure.

I know I'm apparently too demanding, but shouldn't he be overjoyed he didn't get shot on the spot yet? And no one seems too concerned about his desertion...

But hey- gf not discussing her decision to stop hiding from expectations placed upon her is obviously the more pressing matter.

Y'no. if his objection was that she completely forgot to negotiate change of his status in First Army with Nikolai (DESER*gunshot*), I'd cheer and fully support him, but his position in her love life and bedroom is apparently more pressing matter.

Also a huge fan of body language here.

What could crossed arms mean in body language? Rude, angry and insecure?! Sounds about right...

Ordinary deserter ORDERS a Prince and Major of the very same Army he fled...?

Yeah, Alina!

Mal wants his sickly housewife back!

Y'no, I wanted to note how quickly Malyen changed his mind about coming back, but then I re-read the end of previous book to be sure, and it's always been Alina. He wanted to get out, get rid of her amplifier and live his happy life in obscurity consequences be damned:

Shadow and Bone- After

His girl refuses to get rid of all of the stuff that makes her different, so he just has to settle for her fancy clothes...

Wow!

Supportive boyfriend here!

But hey- admitting she IS strong would mean giving up his dreams of watching her trudging after him.

He doesn't even have any idea what the Darkling can or cannot do! It's not some sort of professional opinion!

This one's kinda funny in a way- Alina had very similar thought about him and volcra a chapter earlier...

Siege and Storm- Chapter 8

... ashamed ... given up EVERYTHING to be WITH ME ... Don't tell me, Malyen's so blind he never notices what his (rather pointed) remarks do to Alina?!

I thought we both wanted to help Ravka.

No, Alina. He never did. We've been both wrong. He cares only about himself and his ownership of a small, inconsequential you.

This could offer an interesting view into a mind of a soldier so alienated from his country that offers him zero promises for the future, he cares for nothing... if he weren't such an inconsiderate dick to Alina...

Love this aspect of their relationship! SO empowering!

Like... He'd need to be extremely dull, if I wanted to interpret this as anything but clear fucking MANIPULATION. This is psychological blackmailing 101!

And he's supposed to be the supportive boyfriend SOMEHOW...

[agent-barnes40]

Sick

13th Doctor & Reader (Platonic)

The Fam + Dan & Reader (Platonic)

The Doctor knows someone in Team TARDIS is sick, and she'll figure it out. She always does.

Sort of a sequel to Escape and yes, I'm pretty sure I have a cold. The ending is abrupt but with Escape, it was an abrupt ending as well.

TW: contagious illness talk

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The Doctor knew someone was sick, she usually could tell. She is a Doctor after all, well not really a doctor but she could be one if she needed to and right now she really needed to be one. The TARDIS had alerted her that one of the humans on the ship was sick and she couldn't really figure out who, so she implemented a down week, where she could keep an eye on everyone.

Right now, Yaz and Ryan were doing their own things in their rooms while Dan and Graham were busy watching shows in the TARDIS theater room. You were curled up in your room, probably sleeping or reading in bed. The TARDIS always tracked where everyone was, including The Doctor.

The Doctor knocked on Yaz’s door, a subconscious tap of four, and she grimaced a small bit but smiled when Yaz tossed the door open. “Is the sick week almost over?”

“No, one of you guys are still sick and I was hoping it’d be over by now but it’s still sticking. I was just coming to check on you, see if you started having any symptoms.” The Doctor quickly explained, her hands moving quicker than her words were. She had pressed her hands against Yaz’s forehead and then stilled.

A loud sneeze echoed down the corridor and then a croaky voice echoed “Sorry.”

Yaz laughed softly. “Think we found your patient, Doc.”

The Doctor laughed as well, turning to look down the hallway. "You get settled back into whatever you were doing, Yaz. I'll take care of them."

Yaz laughed again, a whole new burst of noise. "Yeah, yeah, cause your The Doctor."

The Doctor never expected to see you around the corner, she had abandoned Yaz at her door so she could hunt down her patient. You had been bundled up in a blanket, one Graham had gotten you when The TARDIS had accidentally lost your blanket. The Doctor looked you over, barely giving you time to register who was touching you. Her hands were pressing on your forehead, and then checking your lymph nodes.

You smiled and just stared at her, leaning into her colder hands. "Hi Doc."

The Doctor smiled softly and looked at you fully. "How are you feeling?"

"Cold, and warm and hot, all at the same time." You mumbled and she nodded.

"Yeah, you have a cold. Lets get you back to your room. Don't want you spreading this around the TARDIS." The Doctor said, pulling her hands away and you whined softly.

The Doctor wrapped an arm around your waist, to help direct you to your room. "I was heading to the kitchen, I wanted to get food."

The Doctor nodded, and turned the two of you back around. "I'll bring you some soup, okay?"

You nodded and leaned on her. "Can you have anyone else make the soup? Your a bad cook."

She laughed softly and nodded. The Doctor turned to open your door after a while and led you inside. You had a tight grip on her as she led you to your bed, and got you sat down on it. Her hands immediately grabbing the top comforter to wrap it around you. "How's the body aches?"

"Horrendous. My spine literally feels like its been operated on. My shoulders hurt too." You complained and lied down as The Doctor pushed on your shoulders just a tiny bit to have you lie down.

"Can I can scan you? Make sure you don't have anything else going on aside from the cold." The Doctor asked, hands already moving to pull out her sonic from her jacket.

You nodded against the pillows, eyes closing as you listened to her start to scan you with the sonic.

"Hmm, looks like your running a low grade fever, somewhat dehydrated. Do you have a headache? Never mind. You can answer that later." The Doctor rambled for a minute and then leaned over you and tucked you in.

"Stay here. The TARDIS will absolutely alert me if you even think of getting up." The Doctor ordered and you opened your eyes to stare up at her.

"Of course, Doc. I'll always listen to you." You mumbled out and smiled at the grin that appeared on her face.

The Doctor pressed a kiss to her hand and then pressed her hand onto your forehead. "I'll be right back, okay kiddo?"

~

The Doctor was surprised to see Graham and Dan arguing over what soup was the best for a sick person and watched them from the door way for a minute. "You two are acting like two dad's right now."

Graham looked over, shaking his head softly. "Grace usually made Ryan soup when he didn't feel good, so I wanted to make the same one for the kid and well-"

"I'm forty-two! I'm not nearly old enough to be a dad!" Dan complained and The Doctor grinned.

"Old enough to be their dad. Graham, why don't you make Grace's soup recipe and Dan, you can help me find a tray." The Doctor delegated quickly, kneeling down to dig through a cabinet to find said tray.

"Why are we looking for a tray?" Dan asked, immediately kneeling next to her to help her.

"I don't want them to eat alone, so I'll go and eat with them." The Doctor said.

"We could all sit and eat together? Might help them feel a bit better, not being cooped up in a room with just you." Graham pointed out, starting on grabbing supplies for the soup.

"You all could get sick and its an Earth common cold. I don't want to have an entire ship of patients." The Doctor said, looking over at Graham.

Dan was still digging through the cupboard when Yaz entered the room. She leaned on the door frame as she watched the older people move around the kitchen. "Soup for dinner?"

Graham turned to look over at her. "Yeah, Grace used to make this for Ryan."

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

SAMS & MAFS Incorrect quotes because... I don't know at this point

Old Moon: cocks gun and points it at Sun Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Old Moon: You spent money on THIS?? Old Sun, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Earth: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Moon: Eyy, homie! Eclipse: But then there's cootie… Monty: Die.

Harvest: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated! Bloody: Killed without hesitation.

Lunar: Kinda sad* Are you a cuddler? Bloody: We a machine of death and destruction. Lunar: Harvest: …Yeah, we cuddle.

Harvest: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? Bloody: Don't ever speak to me again.

Puppet: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!! Lunar: What makes you think I read?

Earth: Are you coming to bed? Monty: I can't. This is important. Earth: What? Monty: Someone is wrong on the internet.

Harvest: Bloody! This soup is flaccid! Bloody: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

Lunar: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Eclipse: It's kind of complicated, but Monty- Lunar: Got it. Forget I asked.

Sun: About to do something incredibly stupid Moon: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

Monty: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Foxy: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Lunar: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Sun: Well Moon, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. Moon: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

Earth: We’re all in this together. If one of us falls, we all fall. Nobody is expendable on this team. Harvest: Sounds fake but ok.

Foxy: Good morning! Sun: Is it? Is it really?

Harvest: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Harvest: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Sun: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Harvest: Ominous positivity.

Eclipse: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

KC, pointing a camera at Rays: There they are, our sweet baby. Rays, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Eclipse: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

Bloody: is throwing stones at KC's window KC: You have a phone for a reason, Bloody! THUD KC: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

Rays: Where are you going? Monty: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Lunar: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Old Moon: Literally or figuratively? Lunar: I have to specify?

Lunar: working in a flower shop and minding their own business Bloody, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???

KC: Answers phone. Hello? Moon: It's Moon. KC: What did they do this time? Moon: No, it's me, KC. It's actually me. KC: What did you do this time?

Lunar: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Sun: What's that? Lunar: Remorse code. Sun: I'm even angrier now.

Harvest: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, fuck."

Moon, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. KC: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Monty: Dom or sub? Sun: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.

Foxy, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Sun: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Sun: Here you go. Foxy: Sun: Monty: Why am I here?

Sun: is effectively running on 5% battery* Is the pink panther a lion? Moon: Say that again but slower. Sun: I don’t get it. Moon: He’s a PANTHER. Sun: Is that a type of lion? Moon: No, it’s a fucking panther. Sun: googles panther They aren’t pink? Moon: AND LIONS ARE?!

Sun: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Earth: Several traffic violations. Lunar: Three counts of resisting arrest. Monty: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Moon: Also, that’s not our car.

[expired-applejuice]

Incorrect quotes part 4

Javert: hold the fuck up!

Les Amis: *hugs Grantaire aka their fuck up*

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Valjean: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Valjean: *turns around and helps Cosette through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Cosette.

Cosette: Okay.

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Combeferre, trying to get Enjolras out of bed: Don't make me get the water bucket.

Enjolras: You wouldn't.

Courfeyrac: *walking past dripping wet* Yes, he would.

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Montparnasse: What if fairies were real?

Jehan: What?

Montparnasse: Faries. What if they were actually real?

Jehan: W-wait...faries aren't r-real?

Montparnasse: Of course they're not-

Jehan: "tearing up*

Montparnasse: HAHAHA TRICKED YOU FARIES ARE REAL JUST KIDDING! Please don't cry I love you

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Bossuet: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Grantaire, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Courfeyrac: ooh can I have some?

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Bossuet: COURFEYRAC DID YOU EAT THE COOKIES I MADE

Courfeyrac: there was cookies?!

Bossuet: yes. And you ate them

Courfeyrac: no I didn't

Bossuet: then where are they?

Joly, walking in: *mouth full* these are some good cookies

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Bahorel: I'm going to bed.

Feuilly: It's noon.

Bahorel: Time isn't real.

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Enjolras: Grantaire, you risked your life to save me!

Grantaire: And I'd do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. <3

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Javert: Alright. Time for a new team-building exercise. We're going to put everything we love into this box.

Montparnasse: Can I put Jehan in the box?

Javert: No.

Courfeyrac: Can I put Jehan in the box?

Javert. No.

Grantaire: Can I-

Javert: No one can put Jehan in the box!!

Enjolras: This is a terrible team-building exercise!

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Grantaire: So, you like cats?

Enjolras: Yeah, I do. They're cute.

Grantaire: *slowly pushes a glass of the counter*

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Enjolras: Combeferre, I told you to take out the trash.

Combeferre: Oh, right! Sorry!

Combeferre: Courfeyrac, will you go on a date with me?

Courfeyrac:

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Combeferre: Okay, I'm going to get the wedding cake.

Courfeyrac: Perfect, while you do that I'll check on the ring bear.

Combeferre: ...

Combeferre: You mean ring bearER, right?

Courfeyrac: ...

Combeferre: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Musichetta: Isn't it amazing what friends learn from one another?

Joly: I learn a lot from Grantaire because he makes so many mistakes.

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Grantaire: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Bahorel: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Feuilly: everyone could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS theme song every 25 minutes.

-

Grantaire: Whoa, you're being a little-

Combeferre, who hasn't slept in 4 days because he was studying: Truculent? Obstreperous? Recalcitrant?

Grantaire: I was gonna say "cray-cray".

-

Courfeyrac: You know you've made it when you see your picture up everywhere you go.

Enjolras: Courfeyrac... Those are our wanted posters.

-

Grantaire: The Ocean is a soup.

Combeferre:

Combeferre: Do elaborate.

Grantaire: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Combeferre: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Grantaire: *Tilts head*

Combeferre: The Ocean is a Soup.

Grantaire: The Ocean is a Soup.

-

Bossuet: Okay, it's obvious that you're not over this whole "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and of dying" thing, yet.

Grantaire: What makes you say that?

Joly: We found you in the park throwing rocks at children.

Grantaire: WHY SHOULD THEY BE HAPPY?!?

-

Musichetta: How did you break your leg?

Eponine: Do you see those porch stairs?

Musichetta: Yes.

Eponine: I didn't.

-

Grantaire: Hey Apollo? If my apartment burned down would you let me stay with you?

Enjolras: Yes of course I would!

Enjolras: Wait... Grantaire?

Enjolras: Grantaire come back!!!

-

Bahorel: We both look very handsome tonight.

Feuilly: You know you could have just said looked good and I would have said "So do you?"

Bahorel: ... I couldn't take that chance.

-

Courfeyrac: What's the word for when your hands are bisexual?

Combeferre: Do you mean ambidextrous?

Courfeyrac: I'm in love with you.

-

Valjean: so I have this rock, it's very beautiful. Javert gave it to me.

Fantine: I watched him throw it at you

Valjean: he's very sweet.

[dandylovesturtles]

Fanfic Writer Ask Game!

🎯 🦈?

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

nope. I am at the whims of my inspiration and energy levels.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

in ROTTMNT I would probably say Mikey. I think it's a little easy to lean too hard into the sort of "sweet little brother" thing that a lot of fandom likes (this isn't meant as a callout, lol, I like it too) and forget that he is canonically a little gremlin who is very silly and sometimes pretty gross (I mean he's a 13 to 15-year-old boy so it tracks).

Also he probably has the least defined character arc of literally every main character in the series (including the supporting cast like April, Splinter, Draxum, and both Caseys). Leo has his struggles with his place and identity within the team as well as his growth as a leader, Donnie has his issues with feeling replaced and directly linking his family "needing" him to his family loving him, Raph is struggling to live up to the expectations of the clan and his role as a big brother, April deals with her struggles connecting with her own peers and her fear that she doesn't count as part of the fam, Splinter has a billion things going on, Draxum has a whole redemption arc (truncated as it was) and Casey Sr effectively does too, and Casey Jr. has grief and trauma. And Mikey... would probably have had a really good character arc if we'd gotten the rest of season 2 and season 3!

A lot of Mikey's episodes where he gets to really get feelsy and show his emotions are directly tied to other people's character development, especially Donnie's and Draxum's, so we don't get as much of what his deal is. The only really solid Mikey centric episode is Hot Soup The Game, which definitely brings up Mikey's frustrations with being the youngest and thus babied as a result, so that's something you can draw on for his character, but even that's more tied directly into what he wants from interactions with other people and less about what he wants for himself.

(the truffle episode is super weird... like Mikey learns not to take his friends for granted? I guess?? I wouldn't have expected him to in the first place but yeah I guess that's some character development lol)

(actually as a total side note, it does annoy me a little that when Todd is first introduced as a character in Season 1, the whole point of his superpower being niceness was that he was so nice you'd do anything for him, and even villains were unable to turn him down, which was a really good gag and made him an interesting character. Then at some point it became that Todd's niceness meant he couldn't turn anyone down and suddenly he was just kind of a doormat, to Mikey first in the truffle episode and then all of them later in Todd Scouts. I actually like the Todd Scouts episode but also you didn't have to do that to him lmao)

(actually actually even though I like Todd Scouts I would have loved a version of that episode where Splinter stayed with them in the woods and then we dealt with how his feelings were hurt by the kids being more interested in their phones than his teaching and they could have pointed out that their dad kind of waited until late in life to start teaching them life skills and IDK WE DIDN'T GET THE FAMILY BONDING CAMPING TRIP WHEN THEY GOT CAUGHT IN THE TURTLE TANK IN SEASON 1, WHY DIDN'T WE GET IT IN SEASON 2??)

cough. anyway.

yeah so I always feel bad that when I look at my AUs and stuff I always feel like I give Mikey the least. I'm so sorry, Mikey, you're just already perfect and I don't know where to take you. ;;

Thanks for the ask!

[aledethanlast]

I like to think that one day, Neil is unable to make a meeting with Ichirou because he’s got a bad cold or something and Jean or Kevin instead must come to Ichirou to assure him that they’re all doing their duty as athletic money makers for his empire. They are freaking terrified, understandably, and as a result, don’t deliver the most eloquent of reports. Ichirou leaves this meeting resolved to never actually get his reports from either of them again, Kevin and/or Jean leave resolved to never be in his presence again, and Neil is informed that he must never get sick again or to simply reschedule the meeting with Ichirou. Neil still has his cold and tries to glare at Kevin or Jean, but poor boy can barely see straight and this intimidation is undercut by the pile of blankets he’s wrapped in (Andrew, heating up a bowl of soup for Neil because Neil fell flat on his face earlier upon trying to get up, finds this conversation ridiculously entertaining. Only Neil can get a mob boss to actually prefer his company and be so efficient that everyone else involved agrees that he’s the only person who can get things done in the preferred manner) (also, Neil did not want to wrap himself in the blankets and would’ve tried to insist he’s fine. Andrew just got tired of hearing his teeth chattering)

Kevin: oh. Hey Neil. So funny you called. Feeling better?

Neil: somewhat. Anything is better than the fever dreams I was having all of yesterday and during the night. I dreamt we were back in college except but the entire team was Nicky.

Kevin: yeesh.

Neil: yep. And then I dreamed that I got traded to the fucking Dolphins. With Freeman in the goal.

Kevin: well dont go putting that image in my head

Neil: yeah sorry. And then, ya know, out of nowhere, I dreamt that Ichirou called me today that he never wants to see your idiot face or hear your idiot voice ever again.

Kevin: ...

Neil: unless there's something you'd like to tell me.

Kevin: I highly doubt he said idiot

Neil: I'M SAYING IDIOT

[thegeeksideofsr]

Keeping Secrets

I had an idea about Eliot and a single mom of an eight year old, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy!

Takes place around season two.

Content: mention of a kid slipping on a flight of stairs, bruises, and single parenting

" Look, we need this for the job. I know it's short notice, but you said you have some on hand."

"I said I had half finished ones. It would take at least six hours of painting to finish. Then the process to make the paint cure and ageing takes another four. I can't Nate." I say into my phone as I add cut carrot to the pot of soup on the stove, then turn to glance at my daughter drawing at the table. "I have priorities that are outside the team that are more important then conning someone."

" Alright. I talk to Hardison, see what he can cook up."

"Good plan. I'm sorry I couldn't help. See ya."

I pull the phone away and hangup, tucking it into my pocket. I turn back to the pot on the stove and give the contents a stir.

The call with Nate still on my mind after dinner, even though I tried to punch it out of my mind and focus on Odette

After she went to bed I texted Hardison to make sure it was all good, which it was of course, but the guilt of not telling the team was starting to get to me. Especially not telling Eliot.

He and I would flirt and dance around each other all the time, we have since I joined the team. But I still keep my life private, being one of the best forgers is dangerous. Even if it's part time.

The next morning I bring her to school, making sure to sign her field trip permission slip, then give her a long hug, before sending her inside.

I head to McRory's to check in and do some legitimate work.

I walk into Nate's apartment, finding him and Hardison there with security feeds on the screens.

" Hey guys. How's it going?"

" It's going. Managed to pull something together. Not as good as yours but it's getting the job done." Nate says with out looking at me.

"I'm sure he did a great job." I reply as I pull out my sketch book to work at Nate's dinner table.

"Nice of you to join us." Eliot's voice cracks through the comms.

"Nice hear you too, El. Sorry I couldn't help last night."

"S'alright. Hardison managed. But I'd love to hear about what kept you busy."

"Was it a date?" Parker asks.

" Kinda."

"Oh? Who with?"

"Somebody special. Now can we stop talking about my personal life?"

The rest day passes with out much excitement. The team comes and goes and soon enough we are all down in the pub. I note that school let out thirty minutes ago, but Odette has a practice for a school play for an hour and a half after school. Meaning I hang out for another half hour with the team, then head to pick her up, and grab some take out on the way home.

A light touch at my elbow makes me jump and turn to see Eliot grinning at me.

"Didn't mean to scare you, darlin'. I was just asking if you had plans later."

I let out a sigh and look down. This isn't the first time he's asked that, and I doubt it will be the last. He's asked me out before, but the thought Odette getting attached to him like I have, or getting caught up in something scares me enough to not risk it.

" I do. I'm sorry, Eliot."

"With the someone from last night?"

"Yeah. But please, Eliot, I want to keep my private life, private."

" I understand. I won't push it, but I wish you'd tell me why we do this dance, yet you always have mysterious plans."

" I know. But I can't tell you, El."

" Because you don't trust me?" His voice is low as he looks at his feet.

I step close to him, I cup his cheek and make him look at me.

"Eliot, I trust you with my life. But this is something I can't risk, this part of my life shouldn't touch the other side."

"What do you think would happen?"

"I don't know, and I am terrified to find out. But if something changes, you will be the first to know, okay?"

A small smile crosses his face, I return his smile and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. I wish I could let my self fall for him with out a care, kiss him properly, but I can't.

I pull away and step back, taking a deep breath, I grab my stuff and turn back to him.

"Good night, Eliot."

"Good night."

I turn and head out the door and once in the safety of my car I relax just a little. I check the time, almost an hour to kill till pick up, I drive over to Odette's school and park. I pull out my sketch book and wait.

*************

A rapid knock on my car window pulls my attention away from work to find my daughter's face pressed against the glass making a face, causing a laugh to bubble out of my chest.

When she pulls away I roll my window down.

"Hey kiddo! How's was today?"

"Good. Miss. Anne read to us and we got to make a recipe form the book."

"Cool! Hop in and you can tell me more on the way home."

She grins and runs to her side of the back seat, tossing her turquoise backpack next to her. She buckles in and kicks of her shoes before she begins retelling her day of school, while I drive towards home, stopping for take out on the way.

*********

"Are you okay, Mom?" She asks suddenly during dinner.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, just thinking about work."

"Just work?"

I let out a sigh.

"I got asked on a date tonight before I left."

She lets out a shriek of excitement and starts bouncing in her seat.

"Was it Eliot? Did you say yes? Please say you said yes !!"

"Yes, it was Eliot, and no, I didn't say yes."

Her excitement fades, making my heart ache.

"But why? You like him a lot. You talk and tell stories about him all the time. You've even drawn him."

"Because it's complicated, love. We work together and it might end badly and mess up the friendship we have. And you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"But you like him!"

" Odette. It's not happening. I'm sorry."

She lets out a dramatic sigh and slumps back in her chair.

It's silent for a few minutes, then she starts telling me about something that happened during the play rehearsal.

*********

The con had been rough to say the least. A mark with trust issues, a head goon who was actually good at his job, and a forged master piece all part of Nate's plan. At least I wasn't a main option grifting or thieving.

Hardison, Parker and I were sitting in a booth while Nate and Sophie talked with the client. I was laughing at something Parker said, when out of the corner of my eye I see the flash of my phone ringing.

My heart drops to my stomach when I read her teacher's name.

"Shit." I mutter as I pick it up to answer.

"What? What's wrong?" Hardison asks as he looks at me concerned.

I ignore him as I put it to my ear.

"Hello? Anne, what's up?"

"Hi, Y/N, I'm calling because of an incident that happened during the field trip today."

"What happened? Is Odette okay?"

"We were at the top of the steps to the second floor of the museum, the kids were a few steps ahead of Rick and I, and her foot slipped on a step. And she fell about four feet to the next landing "

I try to stand, but the table of the booth stops me in my tracks.

"What?"

"I know, it's not the best news. And I feel terrible that it happened but she's ok. A small scrape on her knee and some bruises. I wish it had never happened but it could have been so much worse."

"Are you back at the school? Should I come get her?"

"We are at the school. She asked me to call you to come and get her. She seems ok for the most part, I think it just scared her."

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in twenty."

"Alright, I'll let her know. See you soon."

I pull the phone away from my ear and shove it in my pocket. I grab my stuff, slide from the booth, and head for the door.

" Yo, where you goin'?" Hardison calls after me.

" It's private. Tell the others I had to cut out early."

I head for the door of McRory's trying to dodge people, but failing as I run in to someone, nearly falling on my face.

But a familiar scent of warmth and spices floods my nose as a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. Eliot.

"Careful, darlin'. Where you off to in such a rush."

"I'm sorry it's hard to explain. I have to go." I say to him as I detangle my self from his arms and rush out the front door.

I make it to my car and toss my bag in the passenger seat, start the engine, and pull out of my spot and head towards the school.

************

I practically run through the school to Odette's class room. I open the door to find her sitting on a beanbag chair with her teacher and a book.

She looks up when I enter, and starts to wiggle to get up. Once on her feet she runs over to me, and I drop to my knees to hug her tight.

"Hey, baby."

"Hi, momma." Her voice muffled by my shoulder.

I pull away from her and look over her arms and see a bruse forming on her upper left arm, some on her leg, and a few scrapes on her knees. I cup her face and kiss her forehead.

"Let's get you home, okay baby?"

She nods, then pulls away to grab her backpack.

I look to her teacher, who is now standing, then walk to give her a quick hug as well.

"Thank you, Anne, for taking care of her."

"You're welcome. I took her to the nurse when we got here, nothing broken, just bumps and bruises."

I offer her my hand, which she takes and holds tight, then we say goodbye to her teacher, and head to the car.

I give her a nod, then turn back to Odette who looks all too ready to go home.

Once she's settled in her seat, I get in as well, and head home.

A few minutes into the drive my phone starts to ring, I answer without looking at the contact.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I just wanted to check in. You flew out of here like a bat outta hell." Eliot grumbles with a concerned tone.

"Yeah. I'm okay. But it's personal. I might be out for a day or two."

" Hardison said it sounded serious. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, it's just-"

My sentence is interrupted from the back seat, loud enough I know Eliot hears.

"Momma? Can we get pizza for dinner? With olives? Please?"

I glance at her in the rearview, she's barely awake, her eyes heavy and head lulling to the side.

"Sure thing, love." I say to her, receiving a sleepy smile in return.

Eliot is still silent on the other side of the line. I let to go a second longer, then start to speak.

"Look, I have to go. I see you when I see you."

I hear him try to say something, but ignore it and hang up. I know is rude to hang up on someone like that, but he already heard Odette, and it was the only way to not have to answer his questions.

************

As I pull into the driveway, I see Eliot leaning against the side of his truck, arms crossed and staring a hole into the ground.

I park next to him and shut the car off. I let out a sigh as he looks at me through the window. I toss my keys in my bag, swing it to my shoulder, open my door to climb out, then shut it quietly so I don't wake Odette.

I walk around to the front of the car and stand a few feet in front of Eliot. We stand in silence, just starring at each other.

"Hi, Eliot."

"That all you got to say. You ran out of the pub, then when I called to check in you brush it off, and then to top it off I hear a kid your car call you mom."

His tone is calm and even, but I know him well enough to know he's boiling under the surface.

" It's complicated, Eliot."

" Is it? Is that what you have been keeping a secret all this time? Why?"

"Because she is my whole world, and if something happened to her because of a job I would never forgive myself."

"Is she the reason you always said no?" His voice quiet and heartbreaking.

I take a step closer to him and cup his face in my hands.

"Eliot. You have no idea how many times I have wanted to say yes to you. How many times I have dreamt about what would happen if I did. But if I take that leap and something happens, it won't be just me who would be heartbroken."

"You think I'd hurt you?"

"Not on purpose. But with the jobs we pull, and the danger we put ourselves in, there are somethings we can't control. And if something happened to you during a job, and you didn't get back up."

I stop short, the lump that had been growing in my throat making it hard to speak. His hands come up to hold my head.

"I get it. I do. But you can't live with that fear forever."

"I know, I just-"

I cut off at the sound of a car door opening, and a sleepy voice calling my name.

I pull my head from Eliot's hands and turn to look at Odette, who looking between us confused and tired at the same time.

"Hey, baby." I hold my arm out to her as I take a step back from Eliot. "Come here, I want you to meet someone."

She walks over to us, never taking her eyes of Eliot. She hugs my waist, and I wrap and arm around her shoulders.

"Odette, this is El-"

" He's Eliot. I recognize him from your drawings." She says with a cheerful tone.

I feel my face heat up as I close my eyes, a low chuckle come from Eliot, causing me to open my eyes.

He's trying to fight a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkle as he looks between Odette and I.

"Not a word."

He raises his hand in surrender, then squats down to be eye level with Odette, offering his hand to her.

"You're right, I'm Eliot. And who might you be?"

" I'm Odette." She says shaking his hand.

"It's good to meet you."

I watch the interaction with a smile on my face. It's going better then I ever could have hoped. My feelings for Eliot growing more intense as he talks to Odette.

Odette's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Momma?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can Eliot stay for supper?"

She has a pleading look in her eyes. I look to Eliot who is already looking at me with a soft smile.

"Sure. You asked for pizza earlier, you still want that?"

"Yes!"

"Alright," I laugh at her excitement, " go get your backpack and we'll go inside."

She lets out a squeak, then runs to the car. I look to Eliot as he stands up.

"Are you sure you want to stay?" I ask him.

"Yeah. I'm sure. I got win her over if I want to date you don't I? You come as a package."

We share a smile, then when Odette comes back with her backpack, we head inside.

Once inside I take Odette to her room to change and to give her a once over my self. She has bruises and scratches all down her side and on her arm and leg. The scrapes all ready treated my the school nurse.

"Oh baby. I'm sorry you have so many bruises. Do they hurt?"

"A little. But not bad, just when I poke them like this."

I watch as she pokes a dark bruise, then flinches. I pull her hands away, and hold them.

"Well don't poke them if they hurt. Why don't you pick out some comfys and get changed. Then we can go make Eliot watch a Disney movie. I don't think he's ever seen one."

She lets out a shocked gasp then runs to her dresser.

I leave her room and walk back to where I left Eliot in the living room. I find him looking at the wall full of photos from the day Odette was born, to one I took at the beginning of the school year.

I watch at he stops at a picture of me holding Odette when she was maybe eight months old, with matching grins on our faces.

"That one is my favorite." I say to him.

He spins around like he got caught looking at something he shouldn't.

"She looks like you."

I nod, walking forward to stand next to him.

"She also looks like my dad." I point to to picture of him and I.

Eliot nods, then takes a breath to say something, but let's it out without a word.

"What? What were you gonna ask?"

"Where's her dad? I don't want to step in anything."

I shake my head, slip my hand into his and give it a squeeze.

"You aren't stepping in anything. He was a one night stand. I don't think he ever even told me his name."

"So you did it all on your own?"

"Pretty much. My family helped as much as they could, and I took as much legit work as I could find, but then when Nate approached and asked for a favor, I said yes. Plus the paycheck was nothing to laugh at."

His face scrunches.

"You knew Nate before you joined the team?"

"Yeah. He and my dad worked together at IYS. My dad left because he couldn't stand Blackwell. But he kept in touch with Nate over the years."

He let's out a huff of a laugh, and shakes his head.

"I ordered a pizza while you were in there."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. Made sure it had olives." He gives me a knowing smile.

"Well then you have won Odette's heart already."

"What about yours?"

"You won that a long time ago." I lean up and press kiss to his cheek.

I pull away when I hear little feet pound down the hallway, into the living room, then she bounces onto the couch.

Soon enough the pizza arrives, and we enjoy dinner in the living room. Eliot and Odette getting along like they've known each other for years, rather then an hour and half at most.

After dinner, and clean up, Eliot tries to leave, but Odette uses her professional puppy eyes get him to give in to her pleas for him to stay.

He finally caves and sits rigid of the couch while Odette diggs through our movie collection, and settling on Lilo and Stitch.

We manage to Eliot to relax, jacket and boots by the door, and sitting on the couch next to me, Odette squeezed between us, and a blanket over the three of us.

I notice Odette stops wiggling half way through the movie. I turn to check on her, and find he asleep, her face pressed into Eliot arm. He looks more relaxed then I have ever seen him in the entire time I've known him.

He turns to look at me and we share a smile.

When the movie is done, I turn it off, then get up and go to scoop Odette to bring her to bed, but Eliot raises a hand to stop me.

"I got her."

He moves slowly, so he doesn't wake her. Cradling her head, then lifting her into his arms resting her head on his shoulder.

I lead him to her room and open the blankets for him to lay her down. He lay's her among the blankets like she's made of glass. I pull the blankets up and tuck her in snugly, press a kiss to her head, then we both creep out of the room, latching the door behind us.

We walk back to the living room, sitting close enough the our legs are touching. He leans his head on the back of the couch, exposing his neck. It's a position I had never seen him in before, probably because it left his neck vulnerable, but it also made me want to kiss his neck. He looks peaceful. Head back, eyes closed, body completely relaxed.

" I can feel you starring."

I breathe out a laugh, then shift to sit on my knees, lean over him, cupping his face in my hand, turning his head gently towards me, the scruff on his cheek is rough against my palm. I lean down and kiss him. I feel him take a deep breath, then his hand comes up to hold the wrist of the hand on his cheek as he kisses me back.

It doesn't last long, but it's enough to take my breath away. When I pull away, he's already looking at me, his blue eyes fulls of confusion and hope.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." I whisper, rubbing my thumb along his cheek.

" So have I, darlin'. Can I kiss you again?"

I nod, leaning into him again. He wraps and arm around my waist, lifting and dragging me into his lap, wrapping both arms tight around me.

"Can I take you in a date?" He asks, pulling away just enough to mumble against my lips.

I humm in response, then lean in for another kiss.

Time seems to disappear as we sit there, making out like teenagers. We eventually separate, trying to catch our breaths. It's quiet, until he asks something I hoped he'd forgotten about.

" Did you really draw me enough that she could recognize me?"

I let out a groan and drop my head to his shoulder, his laugh ringing through the room.

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@katbratsupernaturalwhore @fictional-hooman

[bellysoupset]

i don’t want, i NEED more stress puking Lucas

Hell YEAH. Here's more of the local idiot being sick over his own horrible decision making.

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Luke was pretty sure his apartment had never looked more pristine than now. In his stress cleaning phase he had taken to the grout with a toothbrush, so even the joints between the tiles in the bathroom were all stark white... and he hated it.

He hated the house being this neat so much that he had started considering just dumping a can of soup in the kitchen floor, just to have something to do.

In truth he had plenty of what to do. Despite finally catching up in all the uni work he had let pile up and the actual elections work that he had set aside, he still could just go hang out with his friends. Surely they'd like him to join, Vince had already sent him at least fifty texts asking how his weekend was coming along, Leo too, even Jonah had sent him a quick "are you alive?"

He didn't feel like interacting with people though. During the games he didn't have a choice and during the class days he did his best to keep an upbeat attitude, but the truth was that his heart was in little tiny pieces and he wasn't sleeping well - the clean kitchen being the direct result of his lack of sleep.

The bedroom was an issue on itself, after nearly four whole years where they shared a bed pretty much every night, safe a few weeks a year, it was awful to have all the space to himself. Not only it was awful, he didn't want it.

He didn't want the big bed to himself, he didn't want the clean kitchen without Bella's horrible cooking sticking to pans, he didn't want the bathroom sink without makeup stains, he certainly didn't want to not have his girlfriend.

Right now he was sitting in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the open cabinet and seriously considering the previous idea of the soup.

There was a ring on his doorbell and he frowned. Everyone who knew the code to his building also knew where he kept the key, so it was very weird that someone had let themselves in the building, but not the house.

"Vince?" Lucas got up with a groan, "I told you I'm fine, I'm not about to start drinking bleach-" he pulled the door open and then frowned. It wasn't Vince, in fact it wasn't anyone he knew.

Well, actually the blonde girl he knew. Barbara, from the cheer team? She had big blue eyes and long, waist length blonde hair. Right next to her there was a brunette, with chin length very curly hair, eyes outlined with glittery eyeshadow. Both of them were carrying bags.

"Uhm- Wrong house...?"

"Hi captain," Barbara (?) piped up, opening an amicable smile. The brunette didn't smile.

"You're Luke, rigth?"

"Yeah... You are?" he wasn't liking this one bit. He was certain that Vince wouldn't send him girls, not only because that was sexist as fuck, but also insanely offensive. Maybe fucking Mikey? Or someone else on the team.

"I'm Meg, this is Barbie. Bella sent us."

Suddenly he wished they were strippers. This couldn't be good.

"Bella sent you? What for?" Lucas squeezed the doorhandle, looking past their shoulders, "is she downstairs?"

"No," Meg shook her head, "we're friends of her-"

"No, you're not, I never met you-"

"She wants her stuff back," Meg concluded, ignoring him.

Luke felt sick. Actually fucking nauseous. He had been clinging to the fact that most of Bella's clothes and a house items were scattered around his place, in an unspoken promise she'd be back at least to collect them, if not be back for good.

"No offense, but none of you are touching my girlfriend's stuff," he glared at them, "I don't know you."

"I'm Barbie, from the cheer team?" Barbie said sweetly, which only caused him to glare at her.

"I'm sorry, but unless Bella calls me herself, I'm not letting anyone near her stuff."

Meg raised a judgmental eyebrow, arms crossed, "why don't you call her yourself, captain?"

"I would," he scoffed, deciding he liked Meg even less, "but she won't pick up my calls."

"I wonder why," Barbie mumbled under her breath, taking her phone out of the her purse and clicking on Bells' contact. After a long minute of ringing, Luke frowned even more as he heard her voice through the phone.

"Hello? Barbs, everyth-"

"Bella?" Luke leaped for the phone, only for the cheerleader to jump out of his way.

"Lucas?"

"Hi, Bella!" Barbie said brightly, "we're here at Luke's house, to collect your stuff. Can you just tell him that you asked us to?"

There was a split second pause and Lucas felt his hands start to sweat. He was truly feeling unwell, "Bell, don't-"

"Barbie and Meg are there to pick up my stuff because I asked them to," Bella's voice came through strangled, but strong, "so don't be a dick and help them get everything, please?"

"Bella, can't we talk this over?" he tried, once more to argue, "please? I don't want you to move out, I don't want us to break up, please just-"

"Don't be a dick, Lucas," Bella scoffed, "give them my stuff, bye," and then hung up. He swallowed in the sudden knot in his throat.

"So..." Barbie looked sheepish, while Meg step forward.

"Can you tell us where her stuff is?"

"I... Yeah, come in..." Lucas mumbled, heart hammering in his chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe, "I didn't- I didn't separate anything, it's all where it was, uh..." he guided them to the bedroom and then sat down at the edge of the bed, forcing a deep breath, "there, in the closet. "

"Which drawers are hers?" Meg asked and Luke shrugged.

"Everything," he groaned, eyes burning, "we didn't split our sides, it's all- I need air."

He bolted out of the room, outside of the living room and into the balcony area, clutching his chest. It was truly, fucking over. Bella was removing the little pieces of her from his life, he had lost her for real.

Lucas couldn't get his hands to stop shaking or his heart to quit hammering away, mouth dry and stomach churning. Instead all he managed was to stuff his hands on the pocket of his hoodie and take deep, steadying breaths, so he could at least pretend he wasn't about to keel over with the realization he had monumentally fucked up.

Back in his room, Meg and Barbie were quick and had sorted through most of the clothes, putting anything that looked too small for him or vaguely feminine on a pile on the bed as Bella's. He glanced at it, noticed they had added one or two of his shirts by accident, but decided not to comment.

"These are all hers?" Barbie asked timidly from the bathroom and he entered too, glancing at the assortment of jars, makeup pallets and tubes.

"Yeah-" Luke glanced heard Meg move something in the bedroom and then got back, "no, put that down, that's mine."

Meg clearly didn't like him just as much as he disliked her. She glanced at the framed picture of Bella, hair on fire twirling around her in the middle of a windy day.

"Meg," Barbie said sweetly from the door, "leave it. She wouldn't mind."

"Fuck- Are you two done?" He knew he sounded harsh, but he didn't care, "what else do you want?"

"She said something about some vinyls?"

Fuck. Lucas swallowed in the bitter saliva pooling in his mouth and guided them to the living room, "under the TV," he mumbled, watching as they grabbed all the vinyls and packed them away too. He vividly remembered the large majority of them. Remembered when she brought them over, which ones she had forced him to slow dance to, the ones they had head banged to because they were heavy metal, the ones they had gone to the band's concert's...

She had brought music to his life after years and years of no music and now they were taking it all away.

"Sorry, captain," Barbie mumbled as she zipped up the bag, "sorry. C'mon, Meg, let's go..."

The bags were almost too heavy for them and he didn't care. Lucas shut the door behind them and leaned on it, letting out one sob and then another and then he rushed to the kitchen and bent over the sink, bringing up a mouthful of his breakfast, alongside another sob.

His stomach ached fiercely, it was like he could feel his heart down there, churning and burning. He coughed again, struggling to breathe.

There was no way he was getting her back after this.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Slow night & Love Feel

Caitlin Snow X Male Reader

Request- Can you make Caitlin Snow X male reader dating.

You are sick and you are in the apartment feeling like crap. You have been watching tv all day and eating soup and drinking orange juice. You got the flu and you hate being sick. You texted your girlfriend and you wait for her text...

You- babe, bring pizza, please 🥺

Caitlin - you are still sick. You need more soup

You - I'm tired of soup. Ugh.

You turned on the ps5 and you start to play online with your friends. You and your friends have a competition and you try to beat them.

Caitlin went to the store to buy more medicine and tea. She bought dinner now she is happy to go home and rest. She opened the door, you smiled at her. You helped her with the bags and you felt very happy.

“You got pizza!!” You smiled.

“Yeah, I know you have been craving pizza. So, tonight's dinner is pizza and before bed, you will drink tea” Caitlin said.

You would kiss her but you are sick. Now you and Caitlin start to eat pizza together but far from each other. She starts to talk about her day and what the team has been up to.

You and Caitlin have been dating for three years now. You moved in with her because she had more space for your stuff. Caitlin, is happy because she doesn't have to hide that she works with the flash. You and Caitlin support each other in everything. You are happy with her and she means a lot to you.

“Babe-”

You didn't finish your sentence because you sneezed. When you are sick, your power can be out of control. You can mimic any kind of power of your choice when you touch someone. Now you turned into full ice

“Wow, Y/n you turned into ice now. Last time you turned into fire than the other time you used teleport” Caitlin said.

“Ugh, I hate being sick because my ability goes all crazy. Hours ago, I had heat vision and I destroyed your laptop by mistake” You said.

You grabbed the laptop and it's cut in half. You promised you will get her a new laptop and she isn't mad at you.

“Wow, I don't know what to say,” Caitlin said.

“I’m sorry, babe,” You said.

The ice power starts to disappear from your body.

Usually, you would sleep with Caitlin but you can't tonight. You don't want to get her sick, so you sleep in the living room on the sofa bed and she sleeps in the bedroom. Sometimes she wears your shirt or hoodie to bed.

----

You are at star labs and you are alone with your girlfriend.

“Babe, I thought maybe we can take cooking lessons together. I thought it would be fun for us” Caitlin said.

“What kind of cooking lessons?” You asked.

“Not sure, maybe Italian food?” Caitlin said.

“That will be interesting. I always wanted to cook pasta food differently besides just adding tomato sauce” You said.

“Good to know that you will take the lessons with me” Caitlin smiled

She wrapped her arms around you and she starts to kiss you passionately. Her lipstick gets on your lips then Barry walked into the lab with Joe. Joe cleared his throat then you moved away from Caitlin. You start to wipe your lips and you give them a nervous smile.

“Hey, guys,” You said.

“Y/n, you got something on your lips,” Joe said.

You wipe your mouth again.

“Sorry. Umm, I found the files that you needed” Caitlin said.

“Umm, thanks,” Barry said.

You and Caitlin are starting to feel awkward and silence is making it worse.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You and Caitlin went to the cooking class, you and Caitlin will try to learn how to cook pasta food and pastry. The first lesson was to try to make gnocchi.

“This taste bad,” You said.

“Yeah, you put too much salt. I need water” Caitlin said.

You and Caitlin tried again to make it but this time, she makes sure you don't add too much salt. You and Caitlin are having fun together learning something new. Next, you and Caitlin are learning how to bake Cannoli.

----

Caitlin is working late at the lab and she hasn't eaten anything. You figured she skipped lunch and just buried herself with work. You went to pick up dinner and went to the lab.

“Y/n, you came,” Caitlin said.

You bend down to kiss her and she smiled.

“I know you must be hungry and probably skipped lunch. So, I got us dinner to eat right now because you need a break” You said.

“Yes, I am hungry. I lost time while working on something to help the team” Caitlin said.

You and Caitlin sit in the break room and you start to take out the food. You and Caitlin start to eat together and she starts to ask about your day.

After dinner, you take Caitlin home. She is wearing your hoodie and she cuddles with you in bed. You and Caitlin couldn't agree on a movie so you two end up watching a rerun episode of a show.

---

You and Caitlin have been arguing for almost two weeks. The argument got so bad that you went to stay with Joe and Cecile for a while. They gave you advice on how to work it out with your girlfriend, you still love her and you don't want to lose her.

You went to buy flowers and it's late, you know she will be at the lab. She is working on the computer and you take a deep breath.

“Hey, Caitlin,” You said.

She turned around and you smile at her.

“What are you doing here, Y/n?” Caitlin asked.

“I came to apologize and I got flowers for you. I want us to stop arguing” You said.

You give her the flowers and she smelled the flowers.

“I want don't want to argue either. I'm sorry I kicked you out. Y/n, I want us to be good again” Caitlin said.

“Me too, babe” You said.

You wrapped your arms around her body and she starts to kiss you passionately. You and Caitlin smiled at each other, you kiss her again.

[blackthorn-legion-irl]

welcome to Team Mall Santas Save The World i guess.

//picrew source link

yeah if angy's gonna make me dress up i'm at LEAST taking a photo of him being a mall santa too. and pixie's just vibing. (i swear if people just try and flirt with him. simon started as a joke and it's. actually kinda funny but---)

anyway. tl;dr i've gotta be on this job for a while. it's a long story, but i won't be online as much for... about a month if i'm guessing? i'll probably be on for least a bit every day, so i can get to messages and pings and stuff in okay time, but can't guarantee much else... probably will just queue some cute stuff when i see it.

so uh. yeah. stay safe out there, if you need anything that's not time-sensitive (or is something i can just run in the background) let me know, all that sorta thing.

//ooc under the cut

so this is an ic explanation for me not being around much for the next month. ooc i'm going on holiday and visiting my partner but blackthorn's aroace so get wrecked she has to dress as a reindeer B) i can post a more detailed ic explanation if asked, but since this is an overall explanatory post i want to make it also be viable for people who ignore multiversal stuff (pixie can easily just be her name and the wings dress-up so)

i'll probably be /technically/ online a lot more than she is, but not necessarily responsive. i don't know if tumblr says you're online if you have the tab open but haven't touched it in a bit, so if you need an answer to something more urgently feel free to drop me a dm on the main @demifiendcruithne since i'll be more likely to be checking in on there, or on discord if you got me

some preemptive approval for 'hey i talked to blackthorn and got this going' interactions, only request is that you do ping me in the post so i see it

basic talking to a friend about issues to try and work through it if there's no one around to or you'd rather not RP it with someone

basic hacking requests so long as they fit her ethics (for example, tracking down people causing Actual Trouble / who are lost, or getting dirt to blackmail the cops)

any hacking requests from the following people as we've interacted enough that they'd know if it fits, this includes 'hey could you help out my friend' even if i don't know said friend:

· · anyone involved in taskforce distortion (including pyrite and topaz even though they're not members just hang out in the chat)

· · any member of the pokemart household (ESPECIALLY if it involves rescuing nya)

· · sprite, indigo, kittsu (since we hung out. void and andrea OK too)

· · i am probably forgetting people and i am sorry about that. if you ask something and i'm like 'oh yeah i thought you were on the list' consider yourself on it

legion interactions: requesting things such as: homemade bread and soup, cooling pads, baby poochy pictures; dimensional travellers stopping by if they need somewhere to rest (this explicitly includes nya. yes you can mention hecking with simon)

probably more i'm overlooking, but - if it's not 'i need this immediately' then i should get to it within the day with an answer, and if it is urgent and within both ethics and capabilities then i'll be okay with it. magic anons are off for the duration; pelipper mail is still on though (sorry whoever sent the switcheroo one. i will get to it eventually...)

stay safe, happy whichever holidays you may celebrate, if you have to deal with heckers for relatives may someone blow an airhorn every time they say something stupid.

[arcplaysgames]

Man do y'all remember when I was sad at the start of P4G because the game did not adequately pat my head and feed me soup and give me friends on day one like P3P did

that was fucking little leagues. I'm gonna light everyone in this game on fire.

Anyway, we are in the tutorial stages so lemme sum up except with there's weird shit I wanna pontificate on.

Reverie missed a bunch of school on his first day with frankly doesn't look amazing for him. We met Ryoji GODDAMN RYUJI on the roof, because all Persona games love the school roof, and he wants to go back to the App World so he can poke around on Kamoshida.

There is palpably some Beef between Ryuji and Kamoshida. There is some fucking t-bone 3-inch cut that I have seasoned in mushroom salt and fresh ground pepper and left to air-dehydrate for three days, there is soooo much beef between them.

In the Not-Velvet Room-- Look, I am gonna start calling it the VR for efficiency's skae but be aware I do not think this is actually the Velvet Room, or if it is then someone has booted Igor and is pretending to be him.

But yeah Notigor says our rehabilitation can begin and I just wanna claw my hair out. What's funny is I know for a lot of fans, Persona 5 was their entry point. Did they know this was as severely fucked as it is? I feel like the game is pushing Fucked As Hell vibes pretty well, so maybe it was obvious even to the initiated.

Oh so Notigor is the one pushing the unauthorized APK onto my phone. I think Reverie is rocking a Samsung, it's got that Chonk to it.

Also, I dunno what it's called in the Japanese... hang on, to google!

Isekainabi, or "Otherworldnavi" that's pretty good. Which, the adjustment of "navi" to "nabi" reminds me that Japanese doesn't use 'v' does it? Or.... wait.... R is also a no, right?

(That is shit I learned from fucking Metal Gear Solid 2 actually, because my beloved Problematic Fave Kojima called the big villains the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo, because they were 'invisible', they weren't even a part of the language, metaphorically speaking, which when I understand that I thought was fucking smart as hell, though I imagine the original voice actors who had to say it a lot and rapidly did not agree.)

ANYWAY I AM GETTING DISTRACTED, POINT IS, I picked a hilariously un-apt name with Reverie Vantas. That is a tongue-twister and I am sorry.

what the fuck was i even talking about OH YEAH Netscape Navigator, yeah. That's our Dark Hour/TV World, the Metaverse. I find it cursorily interesting that Persona has many different manifestations of the whole Jungian Collective Subconsciousness. P4's TV World was fully separated and impossible to access without the power of Persona. But Reverie and Ryuji stumbled like idiots into the....

wait, that cutscene from the start, that was Reverie's awakening to Persona. So what caused it. Also: Is that relevant to the mystery here like it was in P4, because in P4 that was super important, and I would prefer it wasn't Super Important again lmao.

God the Izanami thing was dumb. ANY FUCKING WAY.

I briefly meet THAT ONE GIRL FROM THE INTRO on the train, and her personality traits seem to be "worryingly doormat-ish" and "thin'

Like man, P5R is not hitting me over the head with DIET SODA ADS but we are still fatphobic, don't forget! BTW if you want a Persona game that doesn't do that shit, P3P Girl Route baybeeeee best Persona.

I am apprently ribbon girl's senpai and she bows to me twice nad runs off to school. Later, gator.

holy shit this game doesn't fuck around with its classroom questions, are you kidding me

also I am sitting behind Moot in class. how's your life been since relinquishing 4chan, moot? I hope it's better.

Mitsuru would use her rapier to carve you like a chunk of roast.

Kamoshida's influence over everyone is kind of baffling to me. It's a VOLLEYBALL TEAM. Oh is that the Japanese equivalent of a football team? Because then I TOTALLY GET IT, CARRY ON.

Like, I understand sort of academically that having sports teams is good for students but also I fucking hate school sports culture. Dunno if its as vile in Japan as in America but if its even half as bad, yeah, abolish it.

Ryuji is so far not the brightest bulb on the tree, bless him. He keeps trying to locate a castle and getting frustrated. Finally, we put him out of his confused misery and use the app to make castle happen.

HE IS JEALOUS! In almost every jock there is a theatre kid's soul, crying to get out.

Ryuji has like no indoor voice, Morgana, I am sorry.

Also, I have so far zero indication of Morgana's gender, which I do like. 8) Gender don't matter, just don't call me a fucking cat.

There is a huge tutorial section, and I immediately understand why this game is +100 long, these sequences are much more complicated now. There's psuedo-stealth mechanics? Blurgh.

Ryuji wants to save the volleyball slaves and Morgana explains that these aren't actually them, they are cognitive copies that are.... essentially the projection Kamoshida has of each person in the school.

I don't wanna be a jerk Persona but this is adding more and more complexity to your already complex world. But maybe I am still in P4G mode, where every aspect of how the Midnight Channel worked was a clue. At this point, there is no central mystery.

hey yo what the fuck

Somehow Kamoshida broke Ryuji's fucking leg?????

What the fuck happened there? Also yeah, Ryuji, I don't know you super well yet but I'm with you, we can wreck this guy. Holy shit.

boy howdy getting your persona stings a bit in this one huh

Ryuji has Captain Kidd as his, with is pretty fun NGL. So our theme is literally Various Types Of Thieves in this game, huh? I'm cool with that.

[littlepadika]

Hi!! I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but I was wondering if you could write something a bit angsty with a little who’s having a really hard time getting into little space 🥺 They keep getting really frustrated and upset because they just wanna be little but their brain keeps forcing them to be big (brains are just mean like that sometimes 😡) I feel like daddy Frankie or papi Javi would be really good in this situation (but it could work for any of the daddies!). Once they figure out why their little is so upset, you can bet that they’d be pulling out all the stops to help their little get into little space and making sure they feel safe enough to stay there for a while.

P. S. Thank you so so much for sharing your writing! Your series and your blurbs have put so many smiles on my face this week!!! 💕

boo boo this has been me this week. I've been on the go and unable to sit and relax. I took this in the direction of just them trying to find out what's wrong causes you to become little because that's me to a T. Someone asks me what's wrong... immediate tears.

Warnings: DDLG, gn little reader

"Are you almost done, sweet pea? I have dinner made." Frankie poked his head into the living room where you were typing away on a proposal.

"Yeah." You barely look away from the screen.

"It can wait if you need more time. But-"

"I need more than that so whatever let's just eat now." You rush through the explanation, slamming the laptop closed. Frankie frowned at this.

"Sweet pea-"

"I'm fine. Let's eat. It smells great." You try and summon a smile. He knows how close you are to breaking down so he doesn't press.

He brings out the grilled cheese and tomato soup. It was your ultimate comfort food and he knew you needed it. He sets his down then yours. You immediately tear up when you see he has cut your grilled cheese into a heart shape with a cookie cutter. You suppressed the part of you that got excited and soft at the gesture.

"Thanks." You squeeze his hand as he sits down. Don't cry. You've been ignoring him all day. The last thing Frankie needs to do is worry about you.

"Of course, sweet pea. You've been working so hard."

"Yeah. I'm sorry." You hang your head. Tonight was supposed to be a night out but you postponed because of this damn work thing.

"It's okay." He reassures you. "I know this project is important to you. I just wish it didn't stress you out so much." His expression softened with concern and you really felt the warmth of his love when he looked at you like that.

"It sucks."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked tenderly and you inhaled sharply feeling your walls start to crumble

"It's just everyone on the team is- they're not helping me." You feel yourself getting worked up. "And so I've had to do all the work and no one cares. Like I could disappear and they-" you suck in a big breath, lip trembling.

"It's okay. Tell me." Frankie reaches out and strokes your hand. That's your undoing.

"I could disappear and they wouldn't even care, daddy!" You cried, unable to keep it together. Frankie felt his daddy instinct rear up when you called for him. He had a feeling this would happen. He was glad you weren't holding it in anymore.

"Shh sweet pea come here."

You climb out of your chair and run over to his side of the table, burying your face in his neck.

"I'm so tired, daddy!" You don't hold any anguish back.

"Shh shhh." Frankie instantly shifted his legs so he could pull you onto his lap. "It's okay. It's all okay. Daddy's got you." He stroked your back.

"Daddy!" You hugged him tighter, breathing unevenly from your tears. "I-I haven't been working that hard. Everytime I- I twy I can't think of the right way to say. My stupid brain!"

"Writing is very hard-" He kissed your forehead.

"But i-i should be able to do it!" You tried to explain against his neck.

"Are you trying your best, sweet pea?" Frankie asks calmly.

"Yea." You grunt

"Then that's all you can ask for. And daddy is proud of you."

"But-" You try to protest.

"I know." Frankie's smile falls a little. "I know that doesn't change things but can that be enough for right now?"

You look up at him with big red rimmed eyes. "Yes." You nod. All the anxiety in you goes quiet. Daddy's love is all you need right now. He doesn't say anything more. He just lets you cry it out.

"Want some dinner, little pea?" He slides your helping over to his side.

You reach for it but he stops you.

"Let daddy."

You drop your hand, feeling your body relax.

"You're too little to do this yourself." He coos.

"Mhm. Need daddy." You let the warmth bloom inside of you and help you relax into being little.

His big fingers tore off a piece of the grilled cheese and dipped it in the soup. "Here comes the helicopter weeeee" He brought the bite closer until you ate it with a giggle. "Good, sweet pea."

"Yummy, daddy." You smile up at him eager for another bite. After the last bite you yawned and you pulled his fingers towards your mouth and sucked on them. There was a bit of cheese and butter flavor on them.

"There you go, little pea." Frankie chuckled. "Num num num tasty fingers." He lifted your small fingers up to his mouth and pretended to nibble. You laughed around his fingers, pulling yours back with a rueful smile. "What does my baby want to do now?"

You hesitated a big voice rearing up all of a sudden: Finish work! Must finish!

You looked up at him, a scared look in your eyes. "I have to do the work. It's due soon!"

"When?" Frankie asked, his voice very calm.

"I don't 'meber!" You panic, your brain was fuzzy and not focused.

"Here let daddy check." He reaches over and gets your laptop. He knew your password so he could log in and check your email. He sees all the emails you sent reminding the team to get their parts done. He thinks of writing them himself and making them do it but he knows you'd be mad at him for it. How dare they make his sweet pea suffer.

"You have two more days to do it."

"I don't know I- daddy!" You chew your fingers nervously, unable to read the gibberish on the screen. "I can't!"

"You can. I know you can." Frankie cuddled you and laid a kiss on your cheek. He watched the internal debate going on. He didn't want to force you to ignore work but he knew you'd probably not make much progress while distraught. That's when you look up at him

"What do I do daddy!"

"I think..." Frankie shut the computer slowly. "you should take a break. Tomorrow is a new day."

"I missed playing today." You pouted.

"I know." Frankie felt his heart ache. He saw that look in your eye today when you were burnt out and looking longingly at your toy box. All he wanted was to give you what you needed but he also respected your work ethic. Usually you know when to stop but you really fought through it this time. And this was the result... "We can play a bit before bed. What do you want to play?"

"Helicopter!" Your eyes brighten. So that's what you do even though it's getting dark, Frankie lets you fly your remote control helicopter all around the yard. You were getting good at it. It didn't get stuck in a tree like last time! After a bit you were leaning against daddy and rubbing your eyes. He tucked you in and read you a bedtime story. You even had a full bottle. He knew you'd be renewed in the morning.

"I'm so proud of you for taking care of yourself tonight, sweet pea." He told you as you were on the edges of sleep.

"Das wha u do daddy." You argue/mumble back.

"I guess I do but you took that first brave step and told daddy what you needed."

"mmm love you, daddy." you smile as you drift off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

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